Wife
My wife said my stew was too salty, was far too watery and left her with a strange metallic after taste.
Bitch... I put my blood, sweat and tears into that dish.
My wife said my stew was too salty, was far too watery and left her with a strange metallic after taste.
Bitch... I put my blood, sweat and tears into that dish.
With a grim look on his face, my doctor told me I had onomatopoeia. Breaking in to a cold sweat, I gasped, “What’s that?!”
He whispered, “It’s exactly what it sounds like.”
Why do they call it boob sweat
and not humidititties?